March

(Girls as months pt.4, check my profile for more!) March lives In Edinburgh, with her falcon, Atlas. she’d live near Arthur’s Seat, boots muddy, hair wind-tangled, with a falcon perched like a secret on her arm. She’d walk the Royal Mile like it owed her something, tea-stained notebooks in one pocket, falcon jesses in the other. On Blackford Hill, she’d let Atlas fly, eyes on the grey sky, half-waiting for spring, half-hoping it never comes. March and Atlas Climbing Arthur’s Seat before sunrise, watching the city stretch and yawn below. Perching on old stone walls, sharing silence, her falcon scanning rooftops for motion. Walking the misty closes at dusk, where the streetlamps flicker like half-formed thoughts. Reading in graveyards — not morbidly, but reverently — her falcon preening nearby. Chasing crows, not to catch them, but just to remind the sky who rules it today.